LOST– A Poem

Stuck at crossroads
Unsure
To turn left?
To turn right?
To move forward?
Or take backward steps?
No one to ask
No one to help
Despair
All alone
Stomach lurching
Sweating bullets
Unable to return
No memory of start point
Confusion
Eyes darting
How did you get here?
No knowledge of how to advance
Lost?
Too many mistakes made?
Focus.
Acknowledge your mistakes
Advance
There’s no room for you in the land of the lost.
-A